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Connor Tavarin

"Why is freedom of choice a treasure kept from us?"

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a character in “To Grant Liberty”, as played by ConnorTavarin

Description

Name: Connor Tavarin

Alias: Zero

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Race: Naturan

Animal: Rabbit

Equipment: Prefers to fight unarmed so he doesn't hurt anyone too badly. If he must, he'll improvise when it comes to weaponry.

Personality: Connor is generally a very kind person, always doing what he can to help those who need it. Deep down, Connor seeks a better future for himself and his people and he can't seem to understand why so many believe that the naturan are simply there as a work force. Connor has an issue with harsh authority figures and will often defy them or get angry with them. Despite this, his nature is usually kind-hearted and gentle, even if it does take him a while to warm up to humans or elves. One could easily describe Connor as curious. Since he lived in a small farming town most of his life, the idea of big cities both fascinates and frightens him, leading to him asking many questions about city life and the technology used by those who live there.

Biography: Born as part of the third generation of naturan, Connor has lived a relatively peaceful life in a small farming town, working with his parents to grow crops to send to the cities. At first, he was happy with his life. It was simple, rewarding, and he got to spend a lot of time with his parents. However, as he grew older, Connor started to feel like he was missing something, and that was the freedom to choose. He couldn't just choose to leave the town without permission from the authorities and he wasn't allowed to choose his own career. Everything was decided for him and it left him feeling empty inside. He expressed these feelings with those in charge, but he only got worried and sometimes even horrified expressions from them. This left him confused and even more worried about his situation.

One day, he was caught discussing these feelings with the other naturan, and those in charge claimed it was the start of an uprising. Despite his pleas otherwise, they refused to listen to Connor and used force in an attempt to teach them a harsh lesson. A new feeling welled up within Connor and some of the other naturan. Anger, and with this anger they fought back, and Connor transformed into a large rabbit-like creature of enormous strength. Eventually, however, they were subdued and Connor was taken to a research facility in the city of Vistara to be studied. To the shock of the scientists, there seemed to be nothing abnormal about him compared to other naturan. This left them baffled and they brought their findings to a council, who ordered Connor be kept on constant watch by a guardian and a researcher to take notes on his behavior. They were desperate to find out why Connor had these thoughts of freedom and choice as they were sure the naturan were created without the need to think of those things. Given the code name Zero, Connor was the talk of the world for quite some time, sparking political debates far and wide. These recent events have left Connor worried but at the same time hopeful for the future. He understands that it's going to be a long, difficult road, but at the end of it he hopes to see his people given the opportunity to choose.
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So begins...

Connor Tavarin's Story

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It was a typical morning in the city of Vistara. People walked or drove to their jobs, trying to go about their day with the least amount of stress possible. However, deep within most of the minds of this city there is a worry. Lately, the naturan have been getting rebellious all around which could lead to chaos if it's not contained. Inside one of the meeting halls, Alexander was meeting with an elven politician about his job to watch over Connor Tavarin, a.k.a Zero. The elf wore round spectacles, had a humorously over-the-top bowl cut hairstyle, and had a grin that just screamed slime ball. "Listen Mr. Brullen...realize that you were the absolute last candidate we wanted to hire on for this job, so be sure not to disappoint us. As much as we don't like your....sympathetic behavior, we concede that it would be in Zero's best interest that someone more 'understanding' be in charge of it." before the elf could continue, Alex scowled "He." he said. The elf looked at him "Beg your pardon?" he asked. The tall, red-haired human stood up, rolling his shoulder a bit "I said he. I've met Zero already, though only briefly. He's like you and me and is by no means an it. Look, if you're just gonna rehash the stuff I already know, I'm just going to go. Keep him out of trouble, monitor his behavior, make sure he doesn't rebel. If you want my opinion I say it's about damn time." he says before walking out of the room without another word. The elf gritted his teeth, fists clenched "Mr. Brullen! Aah, that fool...fools, the lot of them for feeling sorry for a tool." he sends a message to the other hired guard, Damon Carr, to inform him that if Alex and Zero get out of hand to terminate both of them. "At least that one knows its place." he grumbles.

Meanwhile, Connor spent his time in one of the small market districts. Most kept their distance from him, knowing what he has begun. Connor was aware of their wariness of him, but he didn't let that bother him. Before leaving to speak with the politician, Alex had left Connor with some money to buy food if he got hungry. Stepping to a stand, Connor saw piles of fresh apples which were his favorite. He turned his attention to the gruff-looking store owner and politely asked "Excuse me...can I buy a some of these from you?" to which the owner responds "I don't accept payment from your kind without your handler nearby. Get lost." he says harshly. Connor stepped back a little, frowning at the immediate rejection. Soon he's waved over by a friendly looking elderly woman. Cautiously, he steps forward. The woman hands him a small satchel of apples "Here you are dear..." she says. Not being one to accept charity, he gives her some of his money. "Thank you, ma'am." he smiles warmly as he takes the satchel. She smiles back and almost immediately gets into an argument with the other store owner. Connor wanted to step in, but a strong hand grabs his shoulder "Don't. See kid, this is what you've started and it's not a bad thing that people argue about you. It shows there are just as many people who support you as those who don't. Let them argue. Nothing we say will get to the jackass anyway." the man says. Connor turns around to see that it was Alex. He hands him one of the apples he bought "Here." he says before getting one out for himself as well.

Connor sits down on one of the benches in the area, taking a bite out of the apple. He didn't say much as was he usual response to people he didn't know well. Alex tossed the apple up and down a few times "So Connor, do you regret thinking the way you do?" he asks. Connor shakes his head "I don't know what I should think. Some of my friends were hurt because I said something I shouldn't have. How can I be proud of that? Also, aren't you supposed to call me Zero?" he asks. Alex takes a bite out of the apple "First off, change doesn't happen without getting your hands dirty sometimes. Second, you're not some arbitrary code name those slime ball politicians and scientists slapped on you. You're Connor, plain and simple." he says. Connor doesn't say anything further and just continues eating his apple. Meanwhile, Alex was making notes on his phone such as "Doesn't react violently upon being rejected from a store. Seems quiet around those he doesn't know well."

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((I heckied up, so sorry!!))

The setting changes from Neryas to Vistara

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Amarette found herself, as usual, on the arm of a handsome man, being led through a marketplace as one might lead a prized sheep to an auction. The man, a human one, kept one arm latched tightly around her waist, and the other waving about as he told some dry story about a disagreement with a shopkeeper they'd had just minutes before.

The young fox was well aware that she was his accessory, his prize, his way of saying, "Look at the beautiful, exotic women I attract, how they flock to me, how well they behave." She didn't mind. She preferred this. She'd been with him a little over two weeks, quiet and unassuming and Gods, dumb. So dumb. Pouring his drinks and sitting in his lap, and hearing him call her Babydoll, over and over.

As frustrating as it was, he was easily swayed. Convinced she was some floozy content with curling up by his fire, bringing him what he asked for, being his pet. He was stupid. Spoke freely of small uprisings, or discussions he'd heard among naturan workers. Told his friends about how the authorities would find out, where they'd look. Spoke of a naturan that people were calling 'Zero,' potentially dangerous, and the beginnings of their revolution.

Stupid man.

With a stumble, Amarette was brought to a stop, the hand around her waist pulling her in tight. Some sort of disagreement had arisen between an elderly woman and a shopkeeper. Though her ears were tucked beneath a silk scarf, a cheap attempt to hide one of her defining naturan features, she heard a few snippets that interested her. Mostly, 'that naturan boy.'

Oh. Well then. That changed things.

Turning to pout up to her companion, Amarette batted her thick eyelashes. "I'd so love one of those marvelous apples...do you think you could get me one? I promise I'll be very good and stay very, very still, so as not to cause trouble. Oh pretty, pretty please?"

He inhaled as though to tell her no, but staring at her pretty face had him sighing and agreeing, and giving her a loving swat on the bottom before he started towards the bickering people. With a quick smug smile, and a small laugh, she waded the opposite direction, easily dodging people and slipping towards some benches off to the side. Where would a naturan, who had caused trouble, go?

Away from the trouble.

Finally reaching the benches, she glanced around, noting the large academy on the hill (it really was pretty, if not horribly pretentious), the usual flow of shopping, nothing, nothing, nothing...ah! There! A rabbit naturan, nibbling an apple, only a few yards away. And a human next to him, scribbling away on a phone.

Damn.

But still, nothing saying she couldn't merely take a seat nearby and watch, right? Right. So she headed towards them, stopping a bit over and sitting on a bench beside the one they resided on. Settling herself down in an exaggerated manner, such that her tail fluffed out beneath her skirt and was noticeable to anyone who cared to look (and gave a flattering view of her slim legs). If her naturan Brother should need her, she was there, ready and willing to help.

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In a dingy apartment on the outskirts of the downtown core, a ragged-looking orange cat mewed expectantly from his perch on a sleeping figure. Meowing a bit louder, the tabby began to paw at their face. The sleeper, a young Naturan woman, grunted incoherently and rolled over, blearily cracking open an eye. She was greeted by two yellow ones stared back at her impatiently, followed by another, more desperate meow.

"Frank, one of these days, I am going to turn you into breakfast." The woman sighed and sat up groggily, causing her tiny bed to creak in protest. The scruffy orange tabby, Frank, sensed that his work was done and scampered from the bedroom towards the kitchen, mewing excitedly. Clumsily staggering out of bed, the Naturan stifled a yawn and checked the beat-up cellphone that had been resting on the stack of milk crates which served as her nightstand. Just a few texts from co-workers but nothing too urgent. Grumbling about her stupid cat, the female rubbed the sleep from her eyes and glanced at the time. It was still pretty early in the morning, or at least early for a night-shift worker who just got home a few hours ago. Sighing as another pitiful meow echoed from the kitchen, the young Naturan shuffled out of her bedroom and stumbled towards the pantry. Finally silencing the orange cat-beast with offerings of kibble, the woman busied herself with making her own breakfast.

She was just finishing up the dishes when the familiar ringtone of her cell chirped from the bedroom. Dashing to grab it before the call went to voicemail, the woman answered it breathlessly, "Hello? Charlie here."

"Charlie, where the HELL are you?!" The bellowing snarl of her supervisor, exploded out of her phone's earpiece.
"S-Sir?" The Naturan woman stammered, holding her phone away from her ear, "I'm on the night-crew this week."
"I know that, you idiot! Apparently, your dense, scaly hide didn't get the memo but the Naturan crew is working a double-shift today. Everyone ELSE has been here since SIX IN THE MORNING! I expect you here in half an hour, otherwise you can start looking for a new job!" The seething rage of Charlie's supervisor was palpable even through her tiny phone, even after he had ended the call.

Panic flooded through her veins and Charlie tossed her phone on the bed, thrashing about as she tore off her pyjamas so she could get her work gear on. The crocodile Naturan bounded through the tiny apartment, grabbing her work shoes and a few personal things, stuffing them into a well-patched backpack as she went. Dashing out of her apartment towards a nearby bike-rack, Charlie fumbled with the lock on her prized possession. It was a old bike with rust patches barely covered by red spray paint. It's vintage frame had been patched with new metal so many times it was probably more patch-job than original, but it was perfect in every way to Charlie. It could support her weight, was surprisingly responsive, and could sprint beautifully; this red patch-work piece of metal was everything she needed from a city bike.

Finally freeing the bike from the lock, Charlie swung her leg over the seat and took off, sprinting at a reckless pace down the streets. She was used to riding on the main roads but today was different, the Naturan would have to take a few shortcuts in order to get to the worksite in time. Charlie heard a furious yell behind her when she nimbly cut in front of an elf dressed in business wear as she zipped into a nearby alleyway. She honestly couldn't care less. Only one thing mattered right now, and that was getting to the construction site in time. Deftly, the crocodile Naturan sprinted through the alleyway and recklessly through traffic, causing several humans and elves to shout insults at her. Charlie glanced at the time quickly, ten minutes left... She'd need to take the marketplace shortcut, it was risky since there were so many pedestrians but desperate times called for desperate measures. Charlie veered into the market, weaving through the crowds of people as she passed through the main square.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly until a shock of red hair caught the edge of her eye. The hair belonged to a grizzled human but the Naturan sitting beside him was what really made her stare, she had seen that face before...but where? Then it hit her, that Naturan's face had been plastered all over the news for the past week. He was Connor Tavarin! Charlie was brought back to her senses suddenly when there was an ominous 'crunch' that came from her front wheel. In the split-second that she had time to realize that noise was very, very bad, her front bicycle tire seized up and sent her flying over the handlebars. Shit, she thought, before slamming into the ground.

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Connor notices the fox naturan sitting across from them. He was a bit worried that some of the naturan would either be trying to ask him questions or try to pick a fight with him for going against what's been considered normal. For now, the girl seemed to just be minding her own business but it seemed she was being a bit flirtatious as well, something Connor didn't really like. Sighing, he just idly waved at her. Alex laughed "Better get used to that attention. To them you're either a hero or an idiot. Perhaps both." he says, amused. Connor nervously scratched the back of his head. Were his actions really so odd?

Before Connor was able to think about his actions, someone on a bike came speeding through the marketplace. He noticed that the rider had looked at him before the front wheel of the bike locked up, sending her flying over the handlebars. Both Connor and Alex responded by rushing over to her aid. Some pedestrians laughed, others stayed quiet, and some even took pictures of the incident. Alex and Connor helped her up "Hey, are you okay? That didn't look like it was very fun." Connor says, hoping the rider wasn't hurt. Alex gave some of the surrounding people glares to get them to go about their own business. The crowd soon dispersed and Alex grinned "That's right, leave." he goes to investigate the bike "Wow, this thing's ancient...nice old model. A shame it's rusted all to hell." he says, admiring the old model. He goes over to Connor and the crocodile naturan with the rusted bike in tow "You were going pretty fast, ma'am. Got someplace you need to be I'm guessing? Can't blame you for having a busy lifestyle, but you have to watch out so you don't hurt yourself or anyone around you. Here's your bike by the way...hopefully it's not busted up beyond repair, but it's definitely seen better days." he says, rolling it over to her.

Connor avoided saying too much, not wanting anyone to get in trouble for his opinions. Still, he wanted to say something "You looked at me before the crash. I know you know who I am and I'll just tell you now...I'm nobody special. Don't take anything I say seriously...it's just the ramblings of an idiot. You'll just end up getting hurt if you follow what I say anyway." he said. He didn't want to sound too negative about his ideas, but he thought it was best to deter anyone from listening to him so they wouldn't get hurt because of him. Alex sighed "Kid don't be like that. Besides, that's not going to stop people anyway. If they listen to you it's because they think what you have to say is worth listening to whether you like it or not."

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Amarette watched the activity around her, eyes watching each and every thing with careful precision. Much like the creature her family came from, she knew when to stay out of the way. For a small girl like her, a situation with a human and an elf mixed in wouldn't go well once more naturan crowded together. Gods forbid they think that three naturan together were some sort of uprising. Annoying.

Still.

The reptilian naturan girl had come flying in at a high speed. Obviously late, probably to one of the slave-like jobs naturan had to hold. It made her fur stand on end when she thought about it. Enslaved, paid next to nothing, mistreated and abused at every opportunity, and people were surprised the naturan acted out?

But those WERE some of her brethren over there, and she could pick out the human male she'd come with searching for her in the crowd. And the naturan girl was very pretty. So, with little flourish, Amarette stood, and stalked over to the gaggle all surrounding the bike, face scrunched into a sad expression.

"Oh, goodness!" she mewed, "that was quite a nasty fall! Are you alright, miss? You must be pretty late, to be going that fast!" Pulling her lips into a smile, she swished her tail beneath her skirt and glanced over to the rabbit. "Or maybe just excited to meet our little local celebrity here. I know I am!"

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((Sorry for the late post, work has been kicking my butt hard this week!))

Charlie was vaguely aware of two sets of hands helping her up. The crocodile-naturan wheezed slightly as she stood up, taking a moment to let her body and mind to register the crash. Nothing felt hurt, but then again, she could be in shock. The young woman briefly looked herself over, finding that her only injuries were a scratched forearm and a scraped up shoulder. Whew, she thought to herself, that could have been a lot worse.
"I'm fine, thanks. I've got a tough hide," Charlie growled softly to Connor, warily watching the red-haired human wheel over her bike. The man had been polite to her so far but that did nothing to dispel her worry. Humans had this strange knack for being unpredictable, which Charlie realized was quite ironic coming from her.

The naturan woman murmured her thanks to the human as she took her bike back from him.
"It's an old Iron Paladin model, they used to be popular about forty years ago. I was lucky to find it in one piece," Charlie muttered as she inspected her bicycle, making a mental note that nothing seemed dented or broken so there must be something wrong with the front gear cluster that caused the crash, "The frame's fine even though it's rusted, I'll just need to take the clusters apart when I get home after...work."

The crocodile-naturan turned pale, barely registering what Connor said to her. Maybe if she sprinted there she could still make it... Charlie stammered slightly, the young woman wasn't the best with words but she didn't want to ignore what the rabbit-naturan had said. "L-look, I don't think your ideas are bad, they've just...well, they've just made life a little complicated for some of us," Charlie blurted out as she hefted her bike onto her shoulder, noticing a young elven woman and a fox-naturan who had been sitting nearby rush over.

"Really, I'm fine. I've got a thick hide," She said nervously, backing away from the newcomers. There were too many people around her now; she was just a naturan, so why was everyone so concerned for her safety?
"Connor, it was nice meeting you but I'm going to lose my job if I stick around. Thanks for helping me up," Charlie turned on her heel and started to run from the plaza of the marketplace. Maybe there was still a chance that she could make it to the construction site! The crocodile-naturan had barely made it over the edge of the main square when the familiar little ringtone of her cell phone chirped out of her backpack. Sighing sadly, Charlie fished it out of her bag and prepared herself, clicking the 'answer' button as she held the phone away from her ear.
"Charlie here..."
The number of expletives and insults that her supervisor screamed out of her tiny phone could have made a sailor blush and she was fairly confident that most of the plaza had heard him ream her out. One thing was certain though, she was definitely and without a doubt, fired.

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Alex scratched at his beard thoughtfully. After thinking for a moment, he turns to Connor "I think I've seen her before at the construction site...word on the street is the foreman's not the nicest guy around. This would be as good a time as any to take more notes on behavior, so I think we should check this out Connor. Actually, seems like you got a fan here, so catch up when you can." he says, laughing as he ran after Charlie. Connor was about to object, but of course Alex just rushes on ahead without giving him a chance to speak, though more in a joking manner than not caring what he had to say.

Connor sighs, looking at Amarette "Celebrity is a bit much...I'm probably more of a public nuisance than a celebrity around here." he says. He was thinking about what Charlotte had said. He knew he had made life complicated for a lot of naturan recently and that was definitely not something he was proud of, but the fact that she still thought his ideas had merit made him feel slightly better. "I've made life pretty hard for a lot of naturan with my outburst back then. I don't want to make things worse than they already are. At the same time though, I don't want them to stay the way they are. I can't decide what I want to do." he runs his hand through his hair in frustration. "Sorry, I'm rambling. I have to go meet with my friend, the big guy that just ran off. Yes, he is my friend even though he's human." he turns around. He pauses for a moment before turning back to Amarette "You can follow if you want." he said. He starts to walk off, hoping she would actually follow since he didn't want anyone to take advantage of her flirtatious act. He had heard far too many stories of naturan trying to attract the rich and powerful in an attempt to make their lives easier. None of those stories ever ended happily.

Meanwhile, Alex finds the construction yard as he's approached by a worker "Sir you can't be here!" he shouts to him. Alex pulls out his ID "Major Alexander Maximus Brullen. I'm here to investigate some rumors. If you see a brown haired rabbit naturan, let him pass too. He's with me." he says. The worker nervously and quickly salutes "I-I'm sorry sir! You may pass." he steps aside. Alex walks passed, eyes scanning the area for any sign of Charlotte or the foreman. He takes note of the naturan workers. "Bags under their eyes...about to collapse from exhaustion and it's not even nine yet. This isn't right." he mutters to himself as he continues his search.

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Amarette padded calmly behind the rabbit, head bowed, a mischievous grin painted on her lips. This was going well. She was here with the one that had started the riots, heading to where there must be more naturan, surely to preach about the uprising. There was no way this could go bad. It was sure to go wonderfully; they'd take control of the construction yard in a few days time, have a real holding to begin the revolution. The rabbit would lead them, and she'd be there as well, a trusted general, leading waves of naturan rebels against their oppressors.

As they grew closer to the construction yard, she sidled up closer to Connor's shoulder, fixing him with a warm gaze. "So, Mister Rioteer. Tell me all about what happened. I am just ever so curious to find out!" Batting her thick dark lashes, she tilted her head the way she'd practiced for months: mouth parted slightly into a pretty pout, head turned just so so that her skin seemed to glow in the sunlight, eyes fixated on him and only him. This very stare had worked on human after human after human, and had secured her a good place in their standings, along with many presents. But on a naturan, one of her own, it should work twice as well...shouldn't it?

Amarette's nose twitched, and her tail fluffed out as a certain scent met her senses. Something wasn't right. It smelled like gasoline, motor oil and blood. Working at bars had made her sure of one thing: that combination was never good. Dropping all pretense of being flirtatious and fell into animal mode, ears perked, nose sniffing the air to try and find the source. "Something is wrong here," she mumbled, and set into a sprint towards the yard, sharp eyes drifting over everything until eventually finding an unconscious naturan worker face down in the dirt. Panic crawled through her stomach. One of her own, her brother-in-arms, attacked in a place where he tries meekly to get by.

"Connor!" she called wildly, "Help! Quickly!"